have you ever loved a band to the point where you can’t watch their live performances or music videos because you get this feeling in your chest and it feels like everything is ending and you can hardly breathe

I want to sleep with your chest pressed against my back, your hands wrapped over mine, and your quiet breathing tickling my neck. I just want you.

3:15 AM Thoughts


y’all are like “ooh everyone is beautiful” “ooh everyone deserves to feel hot” and then three seconds later you’re making fun of people who cover their acne with makeup and people who haven’t mastered winged eyeliner yet like grow the hell up you don’t get to pick and choose times to be body positive


shout out to all of the custodians, cooks, garbage truck drivers, cafeteria workers, bus drivers, waiters, and every one else whose jobs and entire fucking existences get shit on by the same people who wouldn’t know what to do with their lives if they had to do anything for themselves

I thought I knew what it felt like to be unwanted and unloved, but the moment you left I crumbled to dust and blew away.

(via resisstance)